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Stan [Director's Cut Video][*]

[Chorus]My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why IGot out of bed at allThe morning rain clouds up my windowAnd I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'll all be gray,Put your picture on my wallIt reminds me, that it's not so bad,It's not so bad

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why IGot out of bed at allThe morning rain clouds up my windowAnd I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'll all be gray,Put your picture on my wallIt reminds me, that it's not so bad,It's not so bad

Dear Slim, I wrote you but still ain't callin'I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottomI sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'emThere probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'emBut anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a fatherIf I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?I'm a name her BonnieI read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorryI had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want himI know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fanI even got the underground shit that you did with SkamI got a room full of your posters and your pictures manI like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fatAnyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fanThis is Stan

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Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chanceI ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fansIf you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concertYou didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for MatthewThat's my little brother man, he's only six years oldWe waited in the blistering cold for you,For four hours and you just said, "No."That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idolHe wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I doI ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' lied toRemember when we met in Denver, you said if I'd write youYou would write back, see I'm just like you in a wayI never knew my father neither,He used to always cheat on my mom and beat herI can relate to what you're saying in your songsSo when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em onCause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressedI even got a tattoo of your name across the chestSometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleedsIt's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for meSee everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell itMy girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one doesShe don't know what it was like for people like us growin' upYou gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever loseSincerely yours, Stan, P.S.We should be together tooMy tea's gone cold I'm wondering why IGot out of bed at allThe morning rain clouds up my windowAnd I can't see at allAnd even if I could it'll all be gray,Put your picture on my wallIt reminds me, that it's not so bad,It's not so bad

Dear Mister "I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans",This will be the last package I ever send your assIt's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?I know you got my last two letters;I wrote the addresses on 'em perfectSo this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear itI'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freewayHey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"About that guy who could a saved that other guy from drowningBut didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from drowningNow it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsyAnd all I wanted was a lousy letter or a callI hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wallI love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about itYou ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about itAnd when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about itI hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without meSee Slim,Shut up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunkBut I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like youCause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die tooWell, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge nowOh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?

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Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busyYou said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter thatAnd here's an autograph for your brother,I wrote it on the Starter capI'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of missed youDon't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss youBut what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?I say that shit just clownin' dog,Come on, how fucked up is you?You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counselingTo help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down someAnd what's this shit about us meant to be together?That type of shit will make me not want us to meet each otherI really think you and your girlfriend need each otherOr maybe you just need to treat her betterI hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in timeBefore you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fineIf you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but StanWhy are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fanI just don't want you to do some crazy shitI seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sickSome dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridgeAnd had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kidAnd in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was toCome to think about, his name was, it was youDamn!